Jerry bounded back from the kitchen, vodka and orange in one hand, a small dish of ice in the other. There was a noticeable bounce to her step and the smile on her face indicated that the first serving of dessert had satisfied her just fine.
I sat at the head of the bed, leaning against a pillow, a perfect position to see her has she came into the room. She was a marvel. Such a near perfect body on a woman who was quite pleased to be 61 years old.
“I am amazed at how well preserved you are,” I noted, always sucking up.
“Amazes me too,” she answered. “Ah don’t do anything special. Ah work hard, play hard and fuck hard.” The smile broadened with the last comment.
Jerry put the drink and the dish down, popped into bed, planted a very wet kiss on me, then turned and sat next to me, picking up the drink and settling in. I let my hand reach over and brush over the nipple with a very light touch. The smile got even wider.
“What’s the ice for?” she questioned.
“It puts fires out,? I answered immediately. “You’ll just have to wait. If there is a danger of a fire, I’ll use it.”
She shrugged her shoulders, not really understanding and that was fine with me. The ice would be that much more effective.
Jerry took one more healthy swig of vodka, put the glass down and pronounced it was time to get on with the loving. Her lips went right after my nipples and then made a wet trail down the body and straight to the cock. No fooling around for Jerry.
She looked back at me. “Ah certainly do love having this thing in my mouth and Ah hope it is good for you.”
I nodded yes, closed my eyes and let her do her thing. First came the swabbing of the shaft, a brief introduction of her lips to my balls. My eyes rolled back.
Quickly the heat raised for me as her lips spread wide and took the head in and sucked, running her tongue underneath the head.
“Wonderful.”
Jerry turned her head slightly to look at my face. I could say nothing else and she knew it. The cock got harder and thicker. I had always been down about its size, but the thickness made most women quite happy.
“My turn,” I said quietly, lifting her head off the cock before getting so far down the road of ectasy that I couldn’t hold back.
I moved her to her stomach and started a slow, tantalizing massage, going from the shoulders down the back, over the buttocks and down each leg. My lips followed all the way, spending more time on the inner thighs than anywhere else. Such soft skin at that juncture. Her legs parted slightly, treating me to more skin to kiss and rub. My lips came back up to her ass, planted a quick kiss on each cheek and turned her over.
“Ah liked that,” she said. “Not many guys think about that. I wonder why?”
“Hell,” I replied, “I’m looking at the reason why right now.” My hands reached for her breasts and started their massage right there.
My hands almost started shaking as I cupped one breast with both hands, let one finger reach upward to brush the nipple ever so lightly, then traced my hands down and then back up to the other breast, treating it the same. It isolated the mound and raised it up and when nipple was touched you could see the jerk of Jerry’s hips. This time I added the lips and the moist tongue to the pattern. Just barely touching and then taking the nipple in between my teeth and letting my tongue move over it at various speeds.
I looked up and she had her eyes closed, the smile still in tact and she was letting the sensations rule her mind.
After two trips to each nipple I started down the stomach, trying to touch every portion with my lips. Down and down and down. She raised both legs slightly and let them spread out, waiting for the touch and the lips to start the fire.
One hand ran over the lower portion of the lower abdomen and one hand reached for the ice dish. Jerry had kept her eyes closed.
